A seven yeae old
She began to draw
The things that came to mind were very bold
She could make a design just from what she saw

People started to say she would make it far
That was when her drive was born
She began to go beyond the bar.
She thought that maybe her designs could one day be worn.

She stopped just making lines
The drive drove her to more
Her drawings were now actual designs
Then reality began to bore

This is what she loves
This is who she is
She wants to go above
The spite and be a wiz

Its the drive, the drive of fashion